Carry Me

Silvia Demaras Uncategorized

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I'm on the verge…

of feeling strong,

of falling apart.

My heart's beating feels as if

It’s going to break out of my chest

and fly away…

away on the wings of a prayer, of a hope,

of the faith that everything is going to be fine,

that you, my love, will return home safely once your duty's done.

And that you, mami, will beat the odds.

Fight that monster and come out alive.

This is some heavy s*&@!


I have you.

Then you slip though my fingers.

Then you return.

On a hug, a sunset, a memory,

a phone call where I can barely hear you.

And I strain to LISTEN…

then let go.

Carry me through this, Faith.

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